Maxioms by John Milton
The oracles are dumb,
No voice or hideous hum
Runs thro' the arched roof in words deceiving.
The oracles are dumb,
No voice or hideous hum
Runs thro' the arched roof in words deceiving.
His form had yet not lost
All his original brightness, not appear'd
Less than arch-angel ruined, and read more
His form had yet not lost
All his original brightness, not appear'd
Less than arch-angel ruined, and th' excess
Of glory obscured.
Beholding the bright countenance of truth in the quiet and still
air of delightful studies.
Beholding the bright countenance of truth in the quiet and still
air of delightful studies.
Rocks whereon greatest men have oftest wreck'd.
Rocks whereon greatest men have oftest wreck'd.
The unsunn'd heaps
Of miser's treasures.
The unsunn'd heaps
Of miser's treasures.
